Thorian's POV
It felt like everything could explode any second as we stood right outside the Obsidian Pack's main den, ringed by growling guards. The air crackled with raw tension—we all knew one wrong move could spark a full-on brawl.
I stepped up front, raising both hands slowly to show we weren't looking for trouble. "We're not here to fight. We just need to talk to your Alpha."
The guards snarled louder, eyes glinting with pure hostility. One of them—a big, scarred guy with a jagged mark over his left eyebrow—curled his lip at me. "Silvercrest wolves. You've got no business here. What do you want?"
Soren straightened up beside me, staring the guard down without flinching. "We're here for Lyra. She's one of ours, and we're not leaving without her."
The guard bared his teeth in a vi
